Mia Wallace and Vincent Vega

When we were in Arequipa, Peru, we went out on the town a few times. One time we happened upon this bar that had a classic rock cover band. They played Doors covers, the Beatles, Pink floyd and all the goodies. The catch was that they were Peruvian... which was pretty ammusing as they sang in better english accents than I do. Andy and I couldn´t hold ourselves together and moved some tables around to dance. I don´t know if any of you have seen us dance, but we are damn good. This English guy to the left of the bar took notice and made best friends with us in about 2 seconds by buying us drinks. He then gave us one of the best compliments of our lives... ¨You dance just like Uma Therman and John Travolta in Pulp Fiction¨. And so we did... without all that gangster drama.

Yesterday we arrived in Sucre, the capital of Bolivia. Since Arequipa (6 or 7 weeks ago) we hadn´t gone out much because we got annoyed with gringo drunkards and expensive gringo bars. No sense in wasting money when we can take language classes. So upon our arrival to Sucre we decided we would treat ourselves for the night. We found a gringo bar that looked fun, and they just happened to be showing PULP FICTION for their night´s lounge movie screening! Let me play down our excitement by saying that we were extatic. And we watched Pulp Fiction with our hearts on our sleeves for a taste of home via a little sick-dark humor that Quentin Tarantino delivered to us with everything we were expecting. Nothing like American humor when you haven´t had it in 5 months. In terms of humor, we generally get along well with Scandanavians and Brits best. They watch a lot of American television in Scandanavia, which relays in a similar sense of humor. Yet regardless of the other English speakers at the film screening, Andy and I were laughing and crying the hardest. I hope I am writing to a few Pulp Fiction fans out there... you will understand our feelings of joy.

As I mentioned in the last post, I´m getting over the homesickness. We found an apartment to rent for 10 days while we are taking more Spanish classes in Sucre. Seems pretty nice, and really cheap ($35 per week for both of us). Nice to have a kitchen and the comforts of home. Sucre is a great city. Clean, safe and has plenty of parks to walk around. The weather is mild as well. The nights don´t even freeze! Seems kind of odd that we went from La Paz to the very south of Bolivia (Tarija), and now we are 12 hours north in central Bolivia, but this is how things work out. After Sucre we head to Argentina, and probably have to go through Tarija again. Oh well... we are used to the long bus rides and now have face masks to avoid bus-illnesses that we so often acquire post-bus ride. Note: there is major media sensationalism about the swine flu (¨la gripe porcina¨) down here and plenty of people are wearing face masks. I refuse to become part of the hype, but I am wearing the facemask on busses because I am so sick of getting sick after every ride. It worked out well this time and we are both feeling well.

Not much to report besides our excitement over American films. City living doesn´t provide as much material to write about, but I´ll try.

´Royale with Cheese´,

Mia and Vince
aka Uma and John